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Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers
— Jacqueline Carey
Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
A little truth seasons a lie like salt.
And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.
All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.
And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.
This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.
For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.
